All language subtitles for Interview.With.The.Vampire.S01E03.1080p.WEB.h264-KOGi.eng

As a fledgling vampire, I did not
take to killing.

You really have earned
your 15%.

You truly are an exceptional Negro.

I had powers now, and
decades of rage to process.

I wanna buy the Fair Play Saloon.

That's a mighty tall ladder
you're climbing, Mr. du Lac.

Never gon' have a family of
my own, am I?

I no longer kill.

You don't have to humiliate him.

Embrace what you are!
You are a killer, Louis!

No, sir.

There's a column in here

about the history of this
lovely square.

It says that the man
who designed it

did so after the Place de Vosges
in Paris.

I can see that.

Used to be called
the Place d'Armes.

I prefer that. Don't you?

Mm-hmm.

The Louisiana Purchase was
signed here.

Penny wise, franc foolish.

Say anything about how they used
to take runaway slaves,

cut their heads off,

and pike them on the iron gates
as a warning?

I'm only half way through.
Let's see.

Do you ever think that we...
that's to say, our kind...

were put on Earth for
a larger purpose?

I put you on this earth.

Your purpose is to enjoy yourself.

That can't be all there is.

I know you don't believe that.

Well, tell me what I believe, Louis.

Excavate the hoarded thoughts
buried

beneath my damned soul.

We can eat animals and be okay.

Rats, cats, cattle.

Is "okay" what you desire, Louis?

Shall we walk the night

as the gods of easily
attainable dreams?

I desire blood as much
as you do.

But I wonder, should we be
more selective?

What, only eat red-heads?
The humanists?

Define your terms.
The worst of them.

And how would we go about
determining that?

We use our powers, read their minds.

Hunting is pure instinct.

Reason is a set of leg irons.

The ones you admire... the poets,
composers,

the thoughtful man who designed
this park

you love so much...

shouldn't we spare them the
randomness of our killing?

Every one of them is capable
of abomination,

even the ones worthy of admiration.

Shakespeare, Brahms, this
naturalist that fogs your mind.

Got it off your bookshelf.

Thrust them into circumstance,

whisper to them their Lord,
God and Savior

is not listening, and you will see

all kinds of depravity.

They came from apes.
We came from them.

We should be better than they are.

You refer to them as "they"
to get on my better side.

Try something for me, mon cher.

Say we come upon a murderer

planting a flowerbed, thinking only
of flowers.

How long do we wait before
his bloody deeds

reveal themselves?
As long as it takes.

You haven't thought this
through, Louis.

You said you would try.

Man #1: Just gotta hold it in.
Only another mile.

So inebriated, he's worried
he'll urinate all over himself.

He's just a drunk.

Man #2: $18 in the dresser.

She ain't never gon' miss it.

Stealing from his mother for
a new suit.

Petty larceny.
Starts with a suit.

Soon, he'll be knocking over banks.

You gon' take this serious or not?

Wait.

What's that I hear?
Ah, yes.

It's the angel of salvation
passing over us.

Man #3: All these stupid people.
Everybody's so stupid.

Him.

He steals from unfortunates,

breaks into tenements

and robs them of their
meager possessions.

And does that meet
your satisfaction?

Don't mind the shaking.
I've snapped his spine.

It's merely his nerves spasming.

Well, go on.
Here's your criminal biscuit.

See how it tastes.

Eat before your reason or
his heart fails us.

New singer.

She says she heard about the
Azalea all the way in Atlanta.

They talking about this place
in Atlanta.

You're angry.

I'm pondering.

Pondering what?

Your night had nothing to do

with ridding the world of criminals

or finding some morality to
buoy your existence.

You're ashamed of what we are.

Maybe I'm just pondering
what I am.

For the infinitesimal time,
you're a vampire.

Could you not use the word
in my place of business?

Place of business.

A cover, an illusion to throw
off the scent of the dogs.

This illusion is fronting
a dozen businesses

up and down Claiborne.
Yes, yes.

For every 20 people he kills,

he makes one small businessman's
dreams come true.

Louis de Pointe du Lac,
the Dark Prince of Iberville.

Antoinette Brown, and I will be
here all night long.

I don't wanna kill people anymore.

There it is.

A fish that doesn't swim.

A bird refusing to fly.

You're going to struggle.

I fear for the feline
population of New Orleans.

Mm.

Your pianist has lost his passion.

What?
Mr. Morton, you have played

the same melody, the very same way,

for two weeks now.

Your talent is immense, but
your mind is elsewhere.

Think you could
do better, Jack?

Well, I'm not being paid a
small fortune

on top of that tip jar to perform.

My skills are irrelevant.

People didn't come to
hear you jabber, Mr. Lioncourt.

Well, they didn't come here
to hear you play either.

Otherwise, you'd be in a
concert hall

and there'd be fewer prostitutes.

Shut the hell up and
let him play.

This ain't your kinda music.

You can pretend
you're a vegetarian.

I can pretend the fool.

There he goes.

Be my guest.
Thank you.

For our boys being shipped off
to Europe, know your enemy.

What's wrong
with that man?

Oh, hell no!

Oh, didn't that get your dick
wet, gents?

Rate your limits, Mr. Morton.

What you hear is genius.

All I hear is a man who's never
gotten his dick wet.

Actually, the man had 20 children
in his lifetime,

and you're sort of stuck on that
wet-dick zinger, Ferdinand.

It's like your left hand on the piano,

little walking patterns, isn't it?

He admitted later there was
nothing wrong

with Jelly Roll's playing, only
something he overheard

in an alleyway... a steady gig
for the band in Chicago.

Jelly was going to leave me
high and dry in a few days,

and Lestat took umbrage.

If I'm not mistaken, he improv’d
the melody

for what would later become
the "Wolverine Blues".

Wai... wait.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hold on there.

You're saying Lestat wrote
the "Wolverine Blues"?

I can't be definitive.

So much of that year was a blur.

And you can imagine what
time's inevitable hammer

does to the minute details.

This?

Yes, that's it.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, you know,
I... I gotta say,

it's not so much the minute
details, Louis,

rather the total rewrite that's
giving me pause here.

I mean, 1973…

: He was
a sow's ear,

out of which nothing fine
could be made.

I was his complete superior,

and I had been sadly cheated
in having him for a teacher.

2022..

: It was a cold
winter that year, and Lestat
was my coal fire.

And I found myself, for the
very first time,

to anyone other than Paul,

confiding my struggles
to another man.

San Francisco..

: He appeared
frail and stupid to me,

a man made of dried twigs
with a thin, carping voice.

Dubai..

: I never allowed
myself to feel emotionally
close to anyone,

much less a man.

Lestat had surrounded me.

The version we speak of now
is the more nuanced portrait.

Hmm. Or the more rehearsed.

Perhaps I was mistaken
about the "Wolverine Blues".

Fuck the "Wolverine Blues".

Ken Burns can choke on the footnotes.

It's the abused-abuser

psychological relationship
I'm talking about.

I do not consider myself abused.

I mean, usually when you're
a little too close to it,

the abused still loves the abuser,

but you flipped it completely
on its head.

I'm not a victim.

50 years later, you talk like

he was your soul mate,
li... like...

like you were locked in some
fucked up gothic romance.

Why?

"I am in my Buick,
staring in the rearview mirror

at my daughter in the car seat,
an hour after I gave Derek,

a guy I didn't know,
the last 30 bucks I had.

My editor reminds me,

it's seven years before car seats
are mandatory.

My ex-wife reminds me,
I never owned a Buick.

This is the odyssey of recollection."

The tapes are an admitted
performance.

This is the premise of our interview.

Half a century later, allow me
my odyssey.

Now who's performing?

You were the prince of
your district.

Lestat chased an American icon

outta town because he loved you.

1917 doesn't sound like it was
such a bad year.

Rigged to burn, Daniel.

A silent bridge for your voice
to float along.

You talk like you play,
Mr. Lioncourt.

Lestat filled in for Jelly
the next night.

He and Miss Brown dazzled
the waiting johns

and invited their admirers
back to the Rue Royale.

So, the last one to leave
never left?

No.

He would do his killing
away from me now,

out of respect, he said, for
the choice I had made.

'Round the back.

The frolicking repeated itself

every night for two weeks.

They would add another song
to their set

and work on another at night,

while I tried to adapt to
my new diet.

I barely had the energy to hold up
a book.

My libido was not what
it had been.

I understood the indulgence.

I let it happen.

Mr. Louis, you have to
convince Lestat

to keep playing.

Got a better chance making
the Mississippi run north.

We had a good run,
but I did it for Louis.

I do everything for Louis.

Yeah, I heard that
about you two.

Oh? Well, what have
you heard?

I'm not a gossip.

But I am.

Well, people at
the Azalea, they say...

You're confusing me.

Oh, come now.

I don't bite.

What do the employees
of the Azalea say

about Louis and Lestat?

I'll answer with a question.

Mm-hmm.

Are there two beds upstairs or one?

Do you want to find out?

No one goes upstairs, Miss Brown.

Well, there's my answer.

Still, what do you imagine
confines us to a single note?

Why not a chord?
Why not a cluster?

Oh, see, I'm the same.

I like all sorts.

I like soft hands.

I like burnished complexions.

I like men called Daddy.

Oh, your blouse is
soaked in champagne.

Bad Daddy.

I was beginning to
wonder about your manners.

I'm hungry.

Think I'm gon' get something to eat.

Is the animal market still open?

Enjoy yourselves.
It's the purpose of living.

He gets that way when
he's hungry.

She burn quick?

See for yourself.

A dentist from Tallahassee.

There's a dentistry convention
in town.

Sinister talk of molars and bicuspids
around every corner.

So, you didn't kill her.

No.

She has talents.

Aren't I enough?

D... Don't...

Don't laugh.

Louis.

Don't laugh.
Louis.

Louis.

You have some squirrel
on your...

No, don't.

We'll be together 10,000,
nights, 100,000.

What we're doing is hard.

Anything that wards off the dungs

of the everlasting road we walk,

the pleasures of the flesh,

the pleasures of the kill, for me.

Pleasures of the Good Book
by the fire for you.

I can smell her on you.

From time to time, I like a little variety.

There. I said it.

We're communicating so much
better now, no?

So, I can fuck whoever I want?

Of course.

Of course.

Of course.

As long as you come home to me.

Of course.

While the domestic front
simmered on a diet

of sanctioned infidelity,

the Western Front started
receiving American troops.

New Orleans was the last stop
before France

for many young men.

And City Ordinance 4118

tried to ensure Uncle Sam's money
went into the right hands.

Ordinance 4118.

I could Google it, or you could...

A hastily composed attempt
by the city

to segregate Storyville.

It required that all prostitutes

of colored or Black race

move their business across
Canal Street.

This was the heart of
my business,

what the Azalea was known for.

The very men who signed the
ordinance into law

were some of my best clients.

It was an absurdity, an affront
to a Creole man

who had outpaced his
fair-skinned competitors.

How'd you manage it?

I gave five percent of the
business to my girls,

made them all owners.

How's that help you?

Lawyer said if they were owners,
we can file a writ,

saying 4118 was a...

How’d you put it, Bricks?

Deprives us the use of
our property

without due process of law,
denying us equal protection

under the Constitution of
the United States.

Sounds like some kind of
Russian Bolshevik scheme.

You diddled the man's money,

and he bought himself an end-around.

It's pure capitalism, Mr. Fenwick.

Thank you, Tom.

Unorthodox business
mind under that hat, Louis.

No security guard on the door,
lets a woman count his coin.

No offense, Miss Williams.

Been called a cunny, a cow,

and a bitch that ate
a thousand dicks.

You wanna apologize for
calling me a woman?

Whoo, leave your wife.

I'll make you a happy man,
Mr. Anderson

Bricks don't take
wooden nickels,

and I'm the only security
this place needs.

Christ on a cracker.

We're writing
another ordinance.

You know that, don't you?

The council is not
your problem, Louis.

It's Woodrow Wilson, this war
he's backed us all into.

You think you're
printing money here?

Them hay pennies compared

to what the build up's
brought the city here.

Just ask Mr. Anderson here.

Not as colorful as club ownership,

but you'd be amazed at the high pile

made supplying the military camps

with cigarettes, chocolates,
and prophylactics.

Well, I'm doing my part to see
them jimmy hats get used.

Son, I can tell you,
the Navy doesn't see it that way.

You got 400 men over at
Charity

getting treatment for the clap.

I got pristine
pussies walking my floor.

Now I'm offended.

Washington's making us choose, Louis.

It's either win the war
or fuck the whore.

Well, Council's just stalling for time,
chasing race.

Don't feel like a stall.

Feel a little beside the point.

Feel like a boot on my neck.

He's one man on a council
of 17, Louis.

Maybe he's still sideways

‘cos I turned down his 15%.

Yeah, I'll admit, I prefer the days

you let us win on occasion,
days of deference.

What is it?

There's a gentleman asking
for you, Mr. du Lac.

A man in uniform.

What I say, Mr. Anderson?

The war's come a-knockin'.

Cash me out.

Oh, Good Lord.

Jonah?

Louis de Pointe du Lac.

Jonah Macon.

How long's it been?

A day and forever.

Told Grace you wouldn't
remember me.

'Course I remem...
You're enlisted?

Ain't you good at noticing
what's plain?

You seen Grace?

Saw her this morning, getting
the yard ready

for a birthday party.

Oh, yeah, right.
Twins.

She got twin girls.

Could barely keep her head straight,

all those kids running round,
tugging at her dress.

So, you a big-shot businessman now.

Heard about Paul.

Yeah.

Paul.

Where you been, Jonah?

Philadelphia for a spell, hotel work.

Then, a gunpowder mill in Delaware.

Fella working next to me blew off
three fingers.

I saw enough.
Hell.

Thought this might be a way to
rise through the ranks,

and... and all that.

Look like you already
rose up, and by a fair amount.

I done all right.

Done all right? You own all this.

Sign me up for "done all right".

You ever think about those old days

when we were kids?

How long you here for?

Couple of nights.
In the boat over the ocean.

Me and a couple thousand
other fellas wearing

this same costume.

You think this is nice?

Wait till you see my pretty automobile.

Louis de Pointe du Lac.

Nothing much changed here, I see.

Crickets and katydids.

You gon' ruin those sharp shoes
in this mud.

I got another pair back at home.

I'll bet you do.

Easy living Louis.

There's nothing easy about my life,
I'll tell you that.

Well, you've been blessed.

Ain't aged a day since I seen you last.

That's the moonlight lying is all.

You worried about going over there?

Some nights.

I mean, my squad's all colored,

so we mostly gon' be in the rear,

supply lines and shit.

than getting shot at
for a country

makes you use the side entrance.

And most of why I
signed up is I kept hearing

something about something
they call

"European sensibilities".

They care less what you look like
or who you're looking at.

Yeah, I got someone.

I figured as much.
No ring on your finger?

Not a woman.

Well, what's he like?

He's...a lot.

It's not perfect.

Mm-hmm.

But we kind of have this agreement.

One of those "you can drive
out to the bayou"

kind of agreements?

Good fit, this, uh, uniform.

Well, it's the moonlight.

Hello.
Hello.

How was your night?

Fine. Yours?

Fine.

He found me, you know.

Went to my old house on Esplanade.

Grace told him where to find me.

An old love.

We had a few early fumbles.

He was 16.
I was...older.

We both knew, even then,
we were a little different.

Hmm.

How's Antoinette?

Tedious.

No, I don't see that happening again.

These affairs always flame out.

Shall we have a night out tomorrow?

I was gonna go see Grace and the
kids, keep up appearances.

How 'bout after?

Fine.

Lock us in, would you?

Many streets in New Orleans

weren't paved at the time.

The mud on his boots could
have come from anywhere.

Was it raining that night?

Yeah, I got someone.

I figured as much.
No ring on your finger?

Not a woman.

Did it rain?

Yeah, I got someone.

I figured as much.
No ring on your finger?

Not a woman.

I don't remember now.

It could have been dry on the
bayou and wet in the Quarter.

It's Louisiana.

The odyssey of recollection.

Hmm.

I would meet Jonah
decades later.

You're lingering, Rashid.

Apologies, Mr. du Lac.

What did he say when
he met you again,

when you were young and
he wasn't?

What they all eventually say
in one articulation or another.

Here comes the ghost!

Hurry!
He's gonna get us!

The party was
this afternoon.

Seem my invitation got lost
in the mail.

You wanna come around,

you come around when
people are awake.

It's barely dinnertime, Ma.
I don't wanna make a fuss.

Six months and you just show up!

You're not welcome in this home!

I own this home.

I'm the executor in charge,
so welcome don't matter.

The Devil walks at night.

What?
What did you say?

What's going on out here?

I got your girls some paper dolls.

Go back inside, son.

Son?
I'm your son.

Let me handle this, Mamaw du Lac.

Don't.

Coming off a little hot, now.

I ain't come here to see you.

I didn't come here to see you.

Louis. Came here to see Grace

and give the girls some paper dolls!

Children, go to
your room, now.

What did I tell y'all?

There he is.

There he is.

Grace.

Grace.
Get out!

What are you thinking?

Well, I thought we could
have an orgy.

You can fuck them, and I can eat them.

What about the coffin room?

Well, that would require
curiosity and intelligence.

All these murderous slobs
want is more wine

and a German on their bayonets!

Kill the Hans! Kill the Hans!

I brought them back after
they cut the electricity

at the Azalea.
What?

Miss Bricktop wanted you
to have this.

I think she's on to us.

Get them out of here.

Well, now that I know you
have a type,

I thought you'd be pleased.

Lestat!

Not funny.

What can I say?

I'm a lot.

I'm not perfect.

I knew it.
I knew you were there.

Yes.
You're jealous?

Yes. I don't like sharing.

What about Antoinette? It’s different.

I don't have feelings for her.

He did me some face,
and I drove him home.

I heard your hearts dancing!

You watched the whole thing
like some creeper!

And then, I watched you pull
over and drain a dog

and run down an alleyway
for two more rats!

This is not a life!

That's ‘cos you took my life!

I got nothing!
I lost everything!

I lost my brother.
I lost my family.

'Bout to lose the last fucking thing
I care about.

How am I supposed to
get bodies in the door

without hookers, hooch, or cards?

Hey, you were given
a courtesy, and you ignored it.

Finn O'Shea, a man who used
to work for me,

got a dirty house across the street.

City ain't shut off his lights.

Finn O'Shea serves
sandwiches at his bar.

That makes him a supper club.

In time, Mr. O'Shea
will move his business

Riverside Basin Street,
along with everyone else.

Oh, so you just starting with

the colored businesses, then?

It does appear businesses run
by white gentlemen are thriving.

Look, I... I tried to
persuade the city council.

They said it was short-sighted
at best.

Mm, this tedious Negro,

still clinging to his Creole heritage
like a life raft.

We're all hurting.

It's these damn
teetotaling types, too.

As if we're supposed to turn
New Orleans into Topeka,

or God help us, Salt Lake City.

Might I suggest,
Mr. du Lac, that you move your

operation to the Quarter?

Just keep your girls out the windows.

Who do you suggest gon' sell me
a property in the Quarter?

Make Mr. Lioncourt here
the public face

of your operations.

This is Louis' hobby, not mine.

Well, there's, shall
we say, a clannish majority

amongst the property holders
in the court.

Well, maybe old Tom here
had it right.

Maybe in the end, Louis,
you're a dumb pimp

who got robbed blind years ago.

It's bend or break,
I'm afraid.

Did you sell me the Azalea
‘cos you knew

this day was coming, Tom?

You put a "sir" on
the end of that.

And he sold you the Fairplay
for a price you set.

You ain't answer my question, Tom.

Now, we're all in this together,
Mr. du Lac.

I'll be happy to buy the property
back from you.

Say...

15 cents on the dollar.

When your mother sees the Devil
in your eyes,

it's a hard assessment to abandon.

Am I from the Devil?

Is my very nature that of the Devil?

I had hedged against the question,

but now, it completely
overwhelmed me.

We don't need the money.

It's not about that.

You think I'm gon' let that snake
bite me and my people?

You have your investments on
the Claiborne Avenue.

What, hats, little grocery stores?

Nickels, dimes, quarters.

So, it is about the money.

What is it?

I'm gon' speak for the girls and
say, as minority owners,

that's a stupid fucking
business plan.

The state I was in,
I was what... I was manic.

You put up a sign like that,
you're inviting chaos.

And the hubris on display
caused me to

neglect my thirst.

This cease and desist
order is granted

by the New Orleans Council of Aldermen

for the final infractions...

And in neglect, my thirst
grew harder,

my temples throbbed, and finally,

I could not stand it any longer.

Broken?
What broken windows?

And I was through struggling.

Fenwick: Illicit activity and
thuggish behavior

will not be tolerated.

We have families and service
members nearby,

and it's for their concern,
we remind...

Rats, cats, dogs would
no longer suffice.

...and Baton Rouge supports
the actions

of the City Council, as well.

Take a Black man in
America, make him a vampire,

fuck with that vampire,
and see what comes of it.

Breaking into my home
is one thing.

Making me drop my Atherton,
now that's a new low.

You're here to threaten me,
I suppose.

You think I have a vendetta
against you,

against your race.

Well, think that if you must.

Storyville is a sinking ship,

and naturally, you are the first
to drown.

But that's your problem,
Louis, always has been.

You're arrogant.

You haven't accepted your place
in this world.

And your pale lover,

with his seemingly endless
supply of capital,

and the weird goings-on in your
Sodomite townhouse

won't change the fact that
you're a tiny man

flying too close to the sun.

And that's what I am,
Louis... the sun.

Walk away.

Why is your heart beating
so fast?

Everything that's been is legal

under the City of New Orleans charter.

And again, I'm merely one alderman
on that council.

There's a harder way of doing this.

You're thinking about your wife
and your two daughters

and how fortunate it is

that they're away in your winter home.

It is fortunate.

I'll let you reload.

You said I'm arrogant?

Maybe I am arrogant!

What... What are you?

I'm a vampire.

I must confess,
I'm very proud of you, Louis.

It goes against much of my teaching,

but you managed to execute it
with such aplomb.

I didn't do it for me.

I did it for my city, my people.

Destroy our businesses and
buy the land for cheaper.

I know what they’re doing!

So, that torturous death was
for your people?

That garish display of his body,

like some public art piece,
was for your people?

I didn't see this coming.

Save that lie for yourself.

Did you not smile when he begged?

Did you not feel pleasure as you
carved him up?

Maybe you saw it coming
and didn't stop me.

Maybe you went quiet on purpose.

You did what you did because
it gave you pleasure.

Companion of the dark gift, finally.

We should make this our anniversary.

Anniversary?

That out there, that's on me.

Well, yes. Yes, you merely provided
them the excuse.

It's as I say... toss them
into circumstance,

they go for the throat.

And that's why you and me
ain't never gon' work.

That's why you're always gonna
be alone.

I ran from the Quarter
that night,

ran to where the violence
spread most wild.

I stumbled through the streets
like an irrational child

who had tested his strength on
the small bird

and now asked, "Can I make it
whole again?"

Can I help you?
Please let me help.

Don't help, just run.

Their faces raced past me like snow
in a terrible wind,

unaware it was I who had brought
this retribution.

It was I who should pay for this sin.

And then...

Help me!

...one of those inconceivable
moments

where who you were before

and who you would be forever
after is marked in time.

Help!

A rooming house, now a fire trap.

I could not save the Azalea.

I could not save Storyville.

I could not save the aunt on
the wrong side of the wall,

but I could save her.

My light.

My Claudia.

My redemption.

The Black angel took me
to a fine house

The white angel, he bit me,

And I realized what I thought
were angels

were really hell demons.

We're a family?

You're a vampire now.

So is this what you always do
for a first date?

Do you think are
the right people to adopt?

For a killing machine,
I kind of like her.

Do you ever think that we...
that's to say our kind...

were put on Earth
for a larger purpose?

Episode 3, "Is My Very Nature
that of the Devil"...

this is all about
vampire identity.

That's what Louis is
dealing with in this episode.

Who am I?
How am I going to be

a different kind of vampire
than Lestat?

Is it possible?

I desire blood
as much as you do.

But I wonder,
should we be more selective?

What if we just ate
the worst people in the world?

What if we have some sort
of moral architecture

around our killing?

Him.

He steals from unfortunates,

breaks into tenements,
and robs them

of their meager
possessions.

And does that meet
your satisfaction?

It's a pretty chippy thing
he does at the beginning,

which is say, "Let's go kill
the worst people,"

then we find
one of the worst people,

and even then,
he doesn't want to do it.

Well, go on.
Here's your criminal biscuit.

See how he tastes.

So he eats a cat.

That's sort of a horseshitty
thing to pull off.

What are you really after here?

Oh, you're ashamed.
Okay, fine.

Maybe I'm just pondering
what I am.

You're a vampire.

In New Orleans, he's never even
said he's a vampire yet.

Won't even say the word.

I don't want to
kill people anymore.

There it is.

A fish that doesn't swim.

The fraught complexities of
what happens when you are with

the right/wrong person?

The Azalea is his last
little bit of humanity,

but these blue laws
are coming in.

There was a call from Washington
to kinda say,

"Eh, we need to move this back
underground."

The cutting away of everything
you thought was your life.

I am being removed
from my family.

Storyville's beginning
to crumble.

Maybe I am a vampire.

And here is a person
who has decided

to fuck with me directly.

And I'm gonna take it
all out on him.

A little bit like Lestat
in the church,

he lets
these predatory instincts

get the way better of him.

He is in a mania
when that is happening.

Why is your heart
beating so fast?

And if the club is
the last thing that he had,

the last bit of humanity,

and that's about to be
taken away from him,

who is he?

He unleashes all that rage
that's inside him.

You said I'm arrogant?

He does finally come
to a very tortured conclusion.

What are you?

I'm a vampire.

When he finally lets it loose,

great reverberations come back
from it...

...that lead to a lot of pain
and anguish for his city.

And it rolls back on people
that he formerly would have said

were his people in this world.

And he's wandering around
in a very, very dark,

near-suicidal place.

And then there's this meeting
that happens,

and there is a chance
for some new thing

to pour the best parts
of yourself into.

My light.
My Claudia.

My redemption.